Category: Self awareness

…and what makes you pull the covers over your head and hope it all goes away? When my relationship with The Italian ended after five years, I was devastated. Heartbroken doesn’t even begin to describe what I felt in the aftermath. I was left with nothing. I had no job, no friends, no life. I had to completely reinvent myself. And part of that process was (please don’t laugh) going to see a life coach. It was a process that was both confronting and enlightening. I discovered more about myself in those few months than I had in, well, forever.

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I am nearly 50 years old (I’m saying this a lot lately, aren’t I?). I have been on this planet for close to half a century. I have seen the birth of Sesame Street, and watched Apollo 11 land on the moon. I have been witness to some of the greatest technological advances humanity has ever known (thus far!). And some of the worst (reality TV comes to mind here). We are more connected than ever before. And in many ways, more isolated. In my 50 years, the gap between rich and poor hasn’t diminished, but in the Western world

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Bolshie – (more commonly) an adjective meaning that someone is very assertive in the pursuit of something and/or hostile to authoritarian manoeuvres by others. A bolshie person gets cross if confronted and is likely to say “what’s it to you?”, “mind your own business” and stuff like that a lot.  Source: Urban Dictionary. In my adult life, I have always been a bit (actually a lot) of a rebel. This probably has something to do with the fact that I grew up in a quite dysfunctional household.  As a child, I was a timid little mouse, because being otherwise wreaked havoc

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A while ago, I was chatting with a friend about her future prospects.  She had just resigned from a long-term job, and been offered a similar role in a sister company.  While she was pleased she had something to go to, there was a nagging feeling that it wasn’t the right move.  I suggested that perhaps a leap of faith might be the order of the day, and she didn’t look convinced.  Later, when I was thinking about the conversation, I decided that it is difficult to have faith in this age of cynics (and I am one).  Then I

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Just over a year ago a couple of firsts changed my life for ever. I went overseas and I walked a fun run – Fitzy’s 5. Not that big a deal, I hear you say. People do stuff like that all the time. But between then and now, I’ve lost close to 20 kilograms. And I’ve gotten fit, and I mean really fit. Fitter than I ever was even in my twenties. And I’m closer to fifty than I am to forty. My trip to Vietnam was the impetus for losing the weight. I knew I had put on some

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Having a PhD was something that I thought I wanted. I thought that it would validate me and say to the world: “See, I told you I was smart!” and “See world! I am someone!”. I also thought I wanted to be an academic. I completed my Master of Arts in Communication Management as the post-grad student with the highest GPA (I was the Schultz Communication Prizewinner for 2008). I was head hunted by the University of South Australia to go into their Doctor of Communication program, so I was very flattered. I had also resigned from my job as a

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A month ago, I had a psychic experience. If it wasn’t, it certainly felt like one. And it is so interesting that I have to write about it. But this story starts 20 years ago while I was at university. I spent most of my Arts degree with a good-looking bloke called Terry, who was a law student. I met him at uni, but I can’t recall how. Maybe we were introduced by mutual friends, maybe we met one night while we were out at the same venue. Anyway, the point is we did meet. We spent a couple of

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I read Eckhart Tolle’s A New Earth last year, mainly because Oprah said it was required reading. Being an admirer of Oprah for some time (did you know we have the same Myers Briggs personality type: ENFJ?) I of course had to read it. As luck would have it, one fell into my lap and I skirted around the edges, finding it quite a challenge. It was only with the death of a my friend Dave Fitzsimons from non-Hodgkins lymphoma, that I really got into it. After his funeral, I cried a lot, and read A New Earth in one

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